Today was the best yet. So hot. We went swimming a couple times and the last time I came upon Dorian with that same grin on his face.
“It’s cold, why are you happy?” I asked.
“You know what’s nice?” He asked.
“No,” I said, swimming closer.
“Peein’ in da ocean,” He said.
“OH MY GOD,” I shouted, swimming away from him.
“She’s doing it,” he said. And he vaguely motioned to a woman.
Who got in the ocean, got it over her waist, then seemed to make a face and get out again.
Oh my god.
“Pee, Aya,” Dorian said.
“Fuck you, and your fucking face.”
We came up with a compromise, but oh my god. If you ever go someplace tropical, look around. Someone is probably peeing.